Alright. I feel like my command of language is not representational of the realities I precieve, but there are those who would argue (and those are me) that langauge is all the reality we have (but what about truth and beauty?). Anyway, I dislike writting but for others to read (I’m just that kind of exhibitionist, I’m sorry), and plus, how else does one become a lenged? So I have this now. Please read it, you’ve probably already heard all the stories on it, but then, maybe you haven’t, and if you don’t read it, your collection will never be complete. I wish you all kinds of peace.
Signed,
Hannah Crumme’
